“I’m Jason Vance,” I said. “Maya Vance’s father.”

The counselor, a woman named Mrs.

Ortega, widened her eyes, and something in her expression made me deeply uneasy.

“You’re Jason?” she said, and there was a strange weight in the way she said it.

She pulled up Maya’s file on her computer, and I watched her scan it.

My name was listed as Maya’s father and legal guardian, but the contact phone number on file was not mine.

The last three digits were wrong.